Wang Zijia stood in the middle of the Altar, eyes closed, his mind calculating and examining at an extreme speed, continually discarding various threads.
Shortly after, Wang Zijia suddenly knelt down on one knee and pressed his right hand in the center of the Blood Formation!
"Appear!"
With Wang Zijia's roar, he released his mana into the array, as if it cost him nothing.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In an instant, numerous golden threads emerged from Wang Zijia's hand.
The threads twisted and quickly plunged into the void.
The possibilities extended from the array had already been mostly eliminated by Wang Zijia.
As the new special threads joined, the remaining threads divided into dozens of strands, rapidly extending outwards.
In some directions, Wang Zijia faintly felt the sensation of pitfalls.
"Why are there such deep possibilities in karma? Each one has a source! What kind of counter-divination measures has this Demon Dao used?"
Looking at the dozen threads, Wang Zijia frowned.
